Below is the picture of the guys down on Khreshchatyk - the one in the middle is Yulia's supporter, two others may be from Pora, though I'm not sure.
Maybe one day, when my internet isn't this pathetic anymore, I'll post other pictures as well.
In general, it all feels a little bit like football: I support one team, and not the other, no doubt about that, but I have nothing against the other team's fans - as long as they behave, of course. And they did behave today. Also, there were not too many of them, compared to Yulia/Pora camps.
But no matter how much I am for that one team, I don't think there should be a new vote. And I also feel that pouring shit on people is wrong: we've got too much of it everywhere anyway. (Man, I should go down to the lake and photograph the trash there again. The new heap is enormous and has been there forever, again.)
Regarding Pora's shit, here's a tiny, wonderful blurb about my Friday's translation, by the wonderful David Sasaki:
Russia, Ukraine: Stories About Words - Veronica Khokhlova translates three stories about words: in the first one, they are banned; in the second, they offend; in the third, there aren't enough of them. If that doesn't entice you, where else will you read about a political party that defecates on its defectors?
I didn't expect myself to go on for so long here, so here's two more pictures - the first one from Yulia/Pora camp, the second from the Yanukovych/the Communists one, both in the park, on different sides of it, separated by the Mariinsky Palace: